Ode to Ryan

After years of searching, I have finally found another god among tattoo artists - which is wonderful because my usual artist Rob is always busy and he lives about seven hours away from me; whereas, Ryan is only a four hour drive. Artistically speaking, he is one of the best graphic artists I've ever seen. You can browse in awe of his shite here:

http://tattooryan.deviantart.com/gallery/

Also, today I will be getting a new tattoo. I will post some pics of later on this evening. I had a hard time deciding what would be next because all the creative good shit has been taken. For example:


I mean, come on, how do you compete with that ultimate tattooed-on-sunglasses-sportin' man. Maybe I could one day aspire to be Mrs. Cool Ice...ahhh, to dream the impossible dream.



What will I ever get now? There goes my best idea of getting Kevin Federline (maybe? Kevin Nealon?) poorly tattooed on my cooch. What the fuck are these people thinking?




Is the flag sinking into his arm? Is it attempting to escape? Is his arm actually a portal into space? Did he draw this with a crayon prior to bringing it in to the tattoo artist? Deep thoughts I will always wonder.

Note to self: do not smoke the crack pipe prior to choosing a tattoo design and do not get tattoo done by an artist hitting the pipe directly before tattoo commences.

People are idiots. jinx out.